welcome to your next life, we're all so glad you came. . .

. . .Attacked me in the laneway
In this town you don't get nowhere
Unless you're on a bicycle

So hip and out of touch
Parked out on a speedway
Just trying not to move
It's only getting harder now

We could engineer a wall that couldn't fall with all this
Time

My life in technicolour
Can you check the shutters?
Someone get my mother
On the phone
She oughta know what I'm up to
Out here in Hollywood
You don't need a sweater
'Cause the Sun feels better
In slow motion
I ride the wave back home

Welcome to your next life
We hope you've come prepared
We all wish you the best life
For questions leave a message
We'll call you back, of course we will
So dive in and dye your hair
Yeah baby, it's the new you
Stitching up your style
But I'm not too concerned with fashion

We could wait for rain to fall, But it would only waste our
Time

My life in technicolour
Can you check the shutters?
Someone get my mother
On the phone
She oughta know what I'm up to
Out here in Hollywood
You don't need a sweater
'Cause the Sun feels better
In slow motion
I ride the wave back home

My life in technicolour
Can you check the shutters?
Someone get my mother
On the phone
She oughta know what we're up to
Out here in Hollywood
You don't need your sweater
'Cause the Sun feels better
In slow motion
I will ride the wave

My life in technicolour
My, my life in technicolour
Yeah, my mother on the phone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Out here in Hollywood
Out here, out here in Hollywood
It's so much better
I'll ride your wave back home
Yeah

I will ride the wave back home

so the time theme works well with just finishing rant. oh, and it's wednesday. hence....sleazy wednesday - yet another b-side off of the glass passenger. andrew, i hate you for making us wait forever. but i also love you for letting us hear so much more of your music. someone on .org said it best - this man was born to make music. it makes me sick thinking about the talent this one human being possesses.